Dragonball M, Chapter 5: Clarion’s Call! The Signal! The Fate of the Universes!

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Jinzi picks up immediately.

“You seeing this Ochazuke? I’ve got seventeen different satellites all broadcasting hot spot locations that just erupted on Earth.”

BGM: The Unsung War

"You'll have to waylay that, Mr President."

Picking up on a parallel signal partition, EDF Commander Kenshiko pinged the direct line to the President's office from the Oribital Ring.

"It's very unlike him, but he's about to make a statement, and was quite insistent on reaching everyone. Transfer the word from the Ring to the Ground, and we'll boost the signal from up here."

Staying on the line, the former Red Raider looked out into the emptiness of space. The vision came, the words spoken in their collective minds as if Sakin was there with them, and when it left she was left peering outwards from the vantage point overlooking the solar system.

The Big Ghetti Star was in her field of view, so near yet so farm, unmoving as their world turned. Upon the last line of defense from anything out there touching down upon the Earth below, she listened. In the core of the planetoid, time was of the essence, and with haste Ochazuke began to speak, and atop the Lookout to those gathered there, the message fell to the world below from Capital City and around the world and beyond. Yet much of the Earth remained as it ever had been over the last year.

At the New Dragon Temple, even as the vision of dark days to come passed them by, Master Samson Balon led his students diligently, undeterred as they pressed forward through their training, his daughter Marron at the head of the class.

Over in New Anvil City, Aiko Fukuhara, no longer enstranged to crowds or the hopeful eyes that looked for her guidance, spread the wings passed down to her from the Crane School, and with the help of Alfredo Bedlam and the man who had once usurped the visage of Dixon Gordon Blue, the desert became an oasis.

Sweltering between the heat of equatorial jungle and a the sun perennially reflected over the ocean, Ori City remembered the heart of the Tiger.

And upon the rooftop dojos of the Turtle School, before the gathering of the diasporic monks, the enigmatic Master Eskrimato started from his meditations, as his sensei, the vagabond hermit Kuki napped idly on his side.

This is Ochazuke of Earth. There are those of you at home and abroad who know who I am, and if it came from the vision, there would be no sense hiding.

I'm not about to tell you what you saw was not real. The fact that we are speaking of it in tandem shows we've seen it, same as you. You may take some comfort in knowing you remain quite sane.

Remember this and measure it well against the vision granted to you.

The message carried was limited to their solar system, and though they had allies in other worlds, the message riding upon those wave frequencies would have taken centuries, if not millennia, to reach them; but for the alliances with these other worlds, and the partnership with the Nevadian Federation. On either end of the Stargates were carried upon the trade routes of their entire federation, the laneways of trade to other civilizations picked up the span, and over the networks that ferried freight to and from the Federation space the message passed through its emergency channels instantaneously, and outside of their stellar borders.

It passed through the Federation, the worlds assembled in that section of space, then stretched outward to their partners. Prominently then the Stargate above Langal shone and brought word to the Saiyan Empire, then reached to the furthest reaches of the frontier to Reshlan and Baradur.

We have all beheld this creature, Sakin, he who calls himself the Angel of Rebirth. Rebirth of what? For your fear and obedience under threat of enemies from beyond he will promise you immortality.

The Angel promises you rebirth through his challenge. He would turn you against us and promise you whatever you wish.

For any that are afraid for their own worlds, you are right to feel it may you depart. Be well then, protect your own, and think more precisely on the matter. It may not be in our capability to measure what limitations and strength lie in another. What you may in turn judge with fidelity, however, is the measure of yourself.

Across the direct line of communication to the Guardians, towards Titanus Prime of the Prometheans, Meagan T'eal of the Chromakai, Althena Orpheus of the Qacerians. Word reached Kyuubi of the Kitani, former Palantine and her successor Guardian of that world, and stretched beyond to the Spireward, Lord of the Darklings, there on the homeworld of Caladash Banespell, the point of origin where the Heka Spark reached those who hid in the shadows. They'd chosen to sequester themselves from the proceedings of the universe, now what they were forced to confront what emerged from the fell darkness.

With the veil between realities thinned, the medium of the message, too passed into realms that interescted with the point of its physical orgin. Breaching into sections of the Afterlife, where Sihn and Shek'inah attended, to Vaikuntha and the living Elemanti of Illargi it continued.

He seems omniscient, for he knows your hardships well. Perhaps he could have reached you at any moment in a collective vision like this, for we all saw it. Ask yourselves then, as you'd toiled through the ages, where was Sakin then?

When you prayed at the edge of your hope, where was his deliverance? Did they have any more substance to these empty promises he presents to you now? Or was it by finding the strength in yourself and each other that you rose to the occasion?

The people of Earth have reached out to you over the last year to set a foundation upon which to build in partnership a future to strive for a little day by day. You have helped us as much as we've helped you. I can only ask you consider that each among you may examine what feats he did to become more than you were yesterday.

Standing there in the engineering bay at the heart of the Big Ghetti Star, Ochazuke stood resolute, and the subtle powers embued within the Forger's Hammer at his feet spread as swiftly as his meditation. Upon the trails of the Guardian Network spread through the Galactic Leyline, from this point from his world to the others, he measure the pulse of morale that swept through to potentiate the Heka Flow.

So I put this to you, Peoples of the Universe. What lustre does Sakin surround himself with, preying on your fear and prodding the edges of your ancient wounds, that you have already not empowered yourself to go beyond? The vision he'd conveyed, perhaps, that he had had overreached. You've seen it yourselves. He is preparing to shatter what you have built, and offer you a place at his side to do it.

Now tell me, lest you would forget the better share of honour within yourselves. Does he offer you friendship? Or by ransom, a place at his feet to prostrate, tied to bonds he'd forced you to make?"